| I grew up in Streatham
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| Teachers was givin' man tests
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| Same time the mandem were givin' out testers
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| I got peng tings givin' man stress
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| I ain’t gotta sex it, message or text it
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| I don’t wanna do you and I
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| Like I’m in Leicester skippin' my lectures
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| We used to ride 'round all reckless
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| Stolen 'peds, that’s Geely and Vespas
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| And the feds called my broski restless
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| Said he got a charge in the car, no Tesla
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| And everybody 'round me rowdy
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| I walk in, tell the jeweler, «Wow me»
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| If you’re talkin' 'bout P’s just 'low me
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| 19, I put 19 on an Audi
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| I’ll never forget that day that I found me the cutest caramel brownie
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| And the chest and back both bouncy
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| Trust me, everyting shake, no Saudi
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| My G just came out for a shooting
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| And Ramz done a madness, charting
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| Say that man got something in common
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| 'Cause trust me, both of their tings been barking
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| If you see him at a drinkup, park him
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| Do it like Jordan, run up and spark him
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| My G’s been on badness, way before they had a moustache like Stalin
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| And this ting’s all love and hate, 'cause a lot of man love to hate
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| My young G done draws and eights
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| Now he’s cuttin' through bricks like the 1−1-8
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| And I ain’t on indirects, diss me, and I take that personal
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| How you gassed off a note that’s purple?
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| Bet you never got it off white like Virgil
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| Two men and an angry Merc
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| That’s war wit' a German, Winston Churchill
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| It’s mad when man wanna murk you
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| But you know you gotta be in by curfew
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| And I seen a lot of man get pressured, why?
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| I grew up in Streatham
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| And teachers was givin' man tests
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| Same time mandem were givin' out testers
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| I got peng tings givin' man stress
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| I ain’t gotta sex it, message or text it
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| I don’t wanna do you and I
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| Like I’m in Leicester skippin' my lectures
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| We used to roll 'round all stupid
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| Mitcham Lane, that’s Streatham and Tooting
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| I’m in East tryna link my girl
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| 'Cause I’ve got a baby, a crossbow like Cupid
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| Man are dead or in jail, that’s useless
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| Tell a yute, «If you’ve got a brain, then use it»
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| Now I drive past man I went school with
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| You was the cool kid, now you look clueless
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| And I’m still tryna tell man, «Fuck the Audi, switch it for a Benz»
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| When you’re tryna make it out the ends
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| Friends of enemies are enemies
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| And enemies of enemies are friends
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| Fuck the Benz, I switch it for a Beamer
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| Tell the dealer, «Need a bigger litre»
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| He told me he’s on me when he sees me
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| I barely remember why we’re beefin'
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| But I grew up in Streatham
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| And teachers was givin' man tests
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| Same time mandem were givin' out testers
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| I’ve got peng tings givin' me stress
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| Nudes in the message, put in an effort
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| But I don’t need a me and you
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| Like when a chef would eat at his restaurant |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Streatham , by - Dave. Song from the album PSYCHODRAMA, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп